But, he shook his head no. ‘This is my treat. My Christmas present to you both,’ he said holding one of her fingers, watching a small, but invitin... smile cover her mouth. ‘Only if I can pay your way the next time I see you,’ she smiled slipping the money into the back pocket of her skin-tight jeans, hoping that just maybe the next time she saw him, he’d talk to her. She always thought he was a good-looking man, but he never talked to anyone. He just sat alone smoking and it was if he was. And of course, I was going crazy out in the suburbs without any of my men to have sex with. None of the guys at my new school seemed interested, and neither did the teachers. Maybe they were just scared. At any rate, I found myself masturbating and fantasizing a lot more. One of the men I fantasized about was Mr Hanson. He lived across the street from our new house. He looked kind of geeky when he was dressed to go to work, but soon after we moved in, I saw him washing his car in the driveway,. I fought for control while Cindy continued with her story. “By now Ellen was uncontrollably hot and moved between my legs. She began to kiss down one side of my pussy and then up the opposite side. I spread my legs as much as I could and grabbed Ellen by the hair, vigorously pulling her head against my pussy. She brought her mouth up just a little bit, traced my slit with her tongue, and then sucked my clitoris into her mouth. Just a few moments of her light tonguing and sucking and. ’ I slid my chair back and got up. Karen glanced up at me and then away, even Marti seemed a bit uncomfortable. ‘Well, think about it? …Please?’ Please? I walked up to the bar to get a fresh beer, man. What a request! I looked back, Marti was leaned in close whispering something to Karen who was shaking her head furiously. I took a pull on my beer and watched as Marti became more insistant. Then Karen looked up at me, I saw her shoulders slump, she nodded. I wondered what the hell THAT was all.